taking seven dog room dogs (including newbies daisy and zen) for a bedtime field run. watching them folic and zoom, chasing each other in and out of the pond, rolling in the sand and left over hay..witnessing their simple joyfulness of just being a dog.
plus it was kind of funny to come back into the house unexpectedly and find stella up in the laundry room stealing the tiny guys food.
hah stella!..busted, not quite such a perfectly perfect dog are you???
7 sopping wet and muddy dogs tired from a good hard and super fun run, recouping on my kingsized bed.
sigh...what goes up...must come down.
apparently this includes my feelings about happy dogs.
wet, furry bastards.
Will be there at 605